Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony's expression turned serious at once. "What's going on?"

James sighed, realizing this wasn't something he could explain in a couple of sentences. Instead, he took out his phone, pulled up a news article, and handed it to her.

"See for yourself."

Briony took the phone and glanced at the screen. Her face froze.

#Rosita Leaves Showbiz for Love: Wedding with Millionaire Fiancé Set for Late March!#

#Oscar Winner Ditches Fans, Marries Into Money! Fans Slam Her for Being Blinded by Love!#

"The news broke this morning," James explained. "Rosita posted a statement on Facebook, saying she was quitting the industry. Then some tabloids started reporting she was leaving because she's marrying Stewart. Now there are even rumors going around that she's pregnant, and that's why they're rushing the wedding."

At that, Briony's brow furrowed. Almost unconsciously, her hand drifted to her stomach.

James watched her, concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Briony handed the phone back, her face giving away little emotion. "I'm just surprised. I thought Stewart would at least wait until our divorce was finalized before making their engagement official."

"Exactly!" James snapped, his frustration bubbling over. "He's dragging his feet on signing the papers, yet parading around with Rosita and announcing their wedding like nothing's wrong. Honestly, I've never seen such a brazen jerk in my life!"

Briony lowered her head, her eyes clouding as her thoughts drifted back-

been secretly married for five years. Aside from those two marriage certificates, they didn't

time a wedding was ever mentioned was the

upstairs, step by step.

want a

stunned she could barely speak, just staring

he wouldn't let it go,

with Stewart. "I do," she whispered. "I want a wedding that's

satisfied

wild and reckless. She'd let herself get swept up in the fantasy, surrendering to

the one night they hadn't

dared

next morning, Stewart had already left for

she saw

back now, Briony realized just

night, Stewart had only seen Rosita in

ever believed in their marriage. She was the only fool swept up in the story she'd written for

eyes, willing the ache in her

them again, her gaze was calm—almost

any longer, I swear I'll show up to their wedding with our marriage certificate and crash